With the exception of her father, you were the only living person of whom she voluntarily spoke to me.' 'She spoke of me ?' 'Very naturally.

Your accounts of Lambeth affair interest her deeply, though again in rather too--what shall we call it ?--too theoretical a way.

But that comes of her inexperience.' 'Still she at least speaks of me.' Mrs.Ormonde could have made a discouraging rejoinder.

She said nothing for a moment, her eyes fixed on the fire.

Then: 'But now for your own news.' 'What I have is unsatisfactory.